The Untethered Soul Audiobook Novels & Stories

I was just a person, standing in the middle of a world that didn't know my name, and that was the most beautiful thing I had ever felt. The bread was still warm in my hands, a simple, rustic comfort that felt like an anchor in a reality that had suddenly become fluid. As I finished the crust, watching the morning rush turn the nearby intersection into a pulsing, chaotic artery of steel and desperation, I knew that the "Audit of the Soul" I had begun in my empty, showroom apartment was far from over. Leaving the building was the physical break, but the mental deprogramming was a far more labyrinthine process.

[Primus] I wasn’t sure what the voice meant at first. Nor did I know if I could trust it. How do I lean into shadows? Do I fall backward into the burning net? Do I turn sideways into the darkness of the room? “You’re overthinking,” the shadow man speaks again.“Just let go.” Let go of what? My anger? My suffering? "Your body," the darkness the voices in my mind. "Imagine yourself floating free of all of this. Think of your soul as being anchored to your feet and your head and just imagine peeling it back one small measure at a time."

I wanted to cry, to scream, but as always, in my dreams I was tied down, face up, legs spread, unable to move, just waiting for them to come for me again. Waiting for the terror to begin anew. A prison made of memories. A wound that never closed. But then, something changed. Something impossible. While I wept, a voice emerged from the void. It was sweet, soft, different. It didn’t command me. It didn’t hurt me. It whispered. —“ It’s okay, sunshine. You’re safe,",” it murmured, hypnotically soft. My body reacted before my mind could. I relaxed, clinging to those words like a lifeline in the middle of the storm.

the voices rattled around inside my skull, pressing so hard against my ears that I felt something wet drop down my earlobes… blood, real blood, staining my neck. The warmth of it trickling down felt obscene against the cold possession gripping my insides. "You cannot sever the tether. We are one. If you tear me out, you tear your own soul apart. Look at him… he is a weak, mortal tether. Let him rot in the dirt."

I could feel it vibrating against my skin, tugging at the marks beneath my collarbone. Aaron’s voice broke through the tension. “You still have time to change your mind.” I smirked faintly. “When have I ever done that?” He sighed, shaking his head. “That’s what worries me.” The Priestess approached, holding a small vial of glowing liquid. “Drink this. It’ll tether your soul to this realm. If something goes wrong, it might pull you back.” I took it without hesitation and swallowed. It burned going down, but the effect was instant—like a cool thread weaving through the storm inside me.

directly into the "Synthetic-Founder." She forced the "Perfect-Silas" to "Feel" the "Violet-Winter" he had caused. The "Synthetic-Silas" didn't "Die." He "Wilded." His "Carbon-Body" began to sprout "Amethyst-Chitin." His "2024-Mind" was "Over-Written" by the "2074-Reality." The "Founder" became a "Sovereign." As Chapter 124 closes, the "Oort-Sliver" begins to "Vibrate" in a new, "Human-Frequency." The "Universal-Auditor" has failed to "Reset" the Earth. Instead, it has been "Infected" with "Humanity."

“It’s just… so much. I feel like I’ve been living in a fog. And now… I’m not sure I can ever trust what I see, what I hear. Even my own body.” “You can,” Kelvin said firmly. “Your instincts, your intuition they’ve saved us countless times. Dante can’t change that. He can’t rewrite who you are. He can’t take what’s yours. Not ever.” A long silence settled between them. Ruby’s fingers unconsciously traced the curve of her stomach, feeling the soft stirrings within. Kelvin’s hands were over hers, steady and grounding. But even in the quiet, the tension remained. Dante was out there, plotting, patient, calculating.